727    C.M.     Isaac Watts
“Oh that I knew where I might find him!” Job 23. 3

1 O that I knew the secret place
  Where I might find my God!
  I’d spread my wants before his face,
  And pour my woes abroad.

2 I’d tell him how my sins arise,
  What sorrows I sustain;
  How grace recedes and comfort dies,
  And leaves my heart in pain.

3 He knows what arguments I’d take
  To wrestle with my God;
  I’d plead for his own mercy’s sake,
  And for my Saviour’s blood.

4 But stay, my soul, to hope give place;
  He’ll banish every fear;
  He calls thee to his throne of grace,
  To spread thy sorrows there.